I LOVE PIARA CICCONE AND I DONT CARE WHO KNOWS IT
ok well piara and myself decided to write our feelings towards one another in our journals.
so i, as the great writer i once was, am going to attempt to write how i feel about my piara.
ok here i go
piara... u find it hard to believe that i love u as much as i do, it hurts but i understand why. I am not exactly a good talker... as danny said to me once "im a writer, not a public speaker". problem is im not much of a writer at all.. i guess what it all comes down to is that i cant tell you why i love u because i cant understand how i fell for u like this. having you in my arms is bliss.. yah i may touch that neck from time to time, or tickle you, or do something else to annoy you, but im not doing it to annoy you, im sorta confused, through all of my life i was told what kind of piece of shit i am, and how nobody could ever love me, and how nobody does. and i started to believe that.... u know what, scratch that one out, i do believe it, i feel like im not good enough for you, i feel like im the butt of some horrible joke sometimes, because i've never ever been happy in my life (thats why i flipped out yesterday when louis told me what he did). ive never had one day go by that i didnt suffer through. ive wanted to die so many times, i dont know, i keep telling people that suicide isnt an option, but i guess i can be a hypocrite sometimes. what it all boils down to is that for some reason or another i feel good with you, when im near you i forget about all my problems. i love you. i cant even describe how bad it would be to go one day without talking to you. i mean for gods sake i was going nuts today cuz i didnt see you.
its so hard to say what i need to say because i dont know how u'll react.
oh and by the way, i may have add.
im insecure. very insecure, deep inside im still just a little boy who's searching for acceptance.
i dont know what else to say but that i love you, and that i will try my god damndest to be the best boyfriend in the world for you
so i, as the great writer i once was, am going to attempt to write how i feel about my piara.
ok here i go
piara... u find it hard to believe that i love u as much as i do, it hurts but i understand why. I am not exactly a good talker... as danny said to me once "im a writer, not a public speaker". problem is im not much of a writer at all.. i guess what it all comes down to is that i cant tell you why i love u because i cant understand how i fell for u like this. having you in my arms is bliss.. yah i may touch that neck from time to time, or tickle you, or do something else to annoy you, but im not doing it to annoy you, im sorta confused, through all of my life i was told what kind of piece of shit i am, and how nobody could ever love me, and how nobody does. and i started to believe that.... u know what, scratch that one out, i do believe it, i feel like im not good enough for you, i feel like im the butt of some horrible joke sometimes, because i've never ever been happy in my life (thats why i flipped out yesterday when louis told me what he did). ive never had one day go by that i didnt suffer through. ive wanted to die so many times, i dont know, i keep telling people that suicide isnt an option, but i guess i can be a hypocrite sometimes. what it all boils down to is that for some reason or another i feel good with you, when im near you i forget about all my problems. i love you. i cant even describe how bad it would be to go one day without talking to you. i mean for gods sake i was going nuts today cuz i didnt see you.
its so hard to say what i need to say because i dont know how u'll react.
oh and by the way, i may have add.
im insecure. very insecure, deep inside im still just a little boy who's searching for acceptance.
i dont know what else to say but that i love you, and that i will try my god damndest to be the best boyfriend in the world for you